Another episode of The Randomness from Duck Down Visuals. In this installment, Bun B, the Flatbush Zombies, Sean Price, Nine and Termanology talk favorite porn stars, least favorite songs, different cities they would consider moving to, their first experiences getting high and their MILF aspirations.

The first porn chick I fell in love with was a non performer named “Ebony” …my brother’s ex wife was a bi-sexual stripper, she had all the ill pornos ON DECK and every bitch in the game lived at their house. Sex toys and parties.

When I got kicked out my moms house I’d go spend the night at his house.

I learned the game early, I grew up on some Don Drapper shit. The first time I thought a chick was ACTUALLY BEAUTIFUL was after seeing this porn chick named “Ebony”. I wanted a wife that looked like her.

Casket Face Says:
June 28th, 2013 at 12:33 pm
“Black shit” …nigga I preach equality and I have no qualms with white people, I just don’t trust them and openly admit that.

I lust for good looking women, and trust the white girls I post don’t look like your Free J.

You ain’t foolin’ nobody nigga, I’m from New York therefore we ain’t the same, them little hoes may be the shit in YOUR little city…them hoes will get trashed out in a Jamaica Queens or Brooklyn alley and sent on their way.

You wife them Walmart, 7 Eleven attendant looking hoes … My wife is of Arab decent nigga. If she was white it wouldn’t matter, long as she know how I feel about white people and can ride for it I’m good.

You around Dog the Bounty Hunter peoples nigga …ole flippity flop honkies who cousins be like “where’s your nigger friend with the weed?”

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Arabs are nothing but a nigger version of a caucasian. Darkskinned whitefolks fighting over black gold with towels wrapped around their heads. I have to say I’m disappointed son. I cannot take a nigga serious that speaks on that black shit and street life and then marries a quickie mart cracker.

Black man married to non black woman= Invalid black man.

The most important decision you make in life is getting married, and you chose it on a dusty belly dancer. You might be a cool in real life, but you cannot speak on black struggles, and black conscious life anymore. You crossed
to the other side and sold your sold for some sand. May you ride your Camels in peace, but to us you’re panther food now. Good riddens.